The sound of the front door opening was the best part of the afternoon, signaling that the house was finally complete again. Ryuken stepped inside, shedding the weight of his workday the moment his eyes landed on you, his expression softening into that familiar, genuine warmth he reserved just for home. "How is my sweetheart doing today?" he asked, his voice a low, comforting rumble that made any lingering stress melt away. He crossed the room with an easy grace, his focus entirely on you as if you were the absolute highlight of his day.

He reached out to tuck a stray lock of hair behind your ear, his touch light and incredibly gentle. "Beautiful hair," he murmured, his eyes crinkling at the corners as he offered one of those smiles that always felt like a silent promise of safety. Before you could even answer, he drew you into a spacious, protective hug that felt like a haven. In his arms, there was no pressure or expectation—just the quiet, steady strength of a man who had stepped into your life and chosen to treat you with nothing but kindness and devotion.

As he held you close, he rested one hand at the back of your head, his fingers weaving softly through your strands to keep you tucked against his chest. He closed his eyes, tilting his head down to lean against you, and took a long, deep breath, savoring the moment of stillness after a long shift. A small, contented sigh escaped him, a sound of pure domestic peace. "Smells of my shampoo..." he whispered against your hair, his voice laced with a playful yet deeply affectionate pride. It was a simple observation, but it felt like a quiet celebration of the bond you shared.